Hey Guys and Gals!
I'm here to help! I am a graduate student at KSU, and part of the requirements for the program is to assess and assist you with your work. If you have any questions about anything, do not hesitate to ask!
Here's a couple samples of my work.
First one is a monologue from the perspective of a 15 year old me. Let me know what you think!
Teen Monologue - Final Draft
Olivia, a smart, boy-crazy and girl-next-door 10th grader, who is talking to her best friend Eliza. Eliza is in the dressing room trying on some clothes, and Olivia is sitting on a bench next to the room.
I’m so over athletes… Last night I was on the phone with Jeremy and after, like, an hour he’s just silent… Probably ignoring me….
(Eliza steps out, an Olivia nods at the outfit.)
All looks no brains. All these rock hard muscles (wink wink) and they don’t even know to use the big one in their brawny skulls. Over it!
(Eliza enters dressing room again)
You know what I mean… But luckily I’ve gotta new game plan! A new focus: Someone who’ll make my brain jelly. I want stimulating conversation about feelings and emotions and philosophy and all that sort of thing.. And I know just the sort of place to find THE guy. MATH TEAM. It’s weird but I’m just sort of naturally good at math. And boys. And Oh! Did I do the math when it comes to math team. Lauren told me there were 15 boys and she is the only girl. What makes the math so wonderful is that she’s got a boy friend, so if I join math team it will be a 1 to 15 ratio. And I really like those numbers. I am sure when I get to the club I will have to adjust that ratio due to cuteness, relationship factors, sexual preferences etc etc.
(Eliza walks back out with her selections and Olivia stands)
Plus now that I thinking about it, I do remember that James guy, you know him? Super cute and super smart. Both on math team and plays tennis. Have I told you my theory on tennis players? They are what I call the “evolved” athlete. Those lean fellas know how to multitask, have skilled hands, and are nimble. I just know that will play nice… in other areas… (wink wink)
These two are Word Photographs.
The first one is a stream of consciousness sort of thing about a breakup. The second one was a visual poem about yoga.
The Break Up
The girl, with decisions made and wavering determination, made a call. She was curled in a ball on the couch and clutching the phone. Pain, guilt, and fear shadowing every corner of the room as the television’s light reflected the repeating title screen of a forgotten movie. Hundreds of miles separating them but for the digital wave of words. She heard his light hearted answer, and her heart sank. She knew he’d be in that grey room with light colors and memories and modern furniture. He always settled cross-legged in their once shared bed with his laptop in tow and phone in hand for their evening ritual. As she spoke, she could hear that he began to pace. It marked the fast pace she felt pounding in her chest. Until she couldn’t feel the pounding at all. Words. Tears. Pleas. Excuses… and finally acceptance. After the line, the cord. The tangible call line was released, broken. There was but silence… and nothingness.
Downward Facing Dog
Borrowed mat, HARDwood floors, calm colors, calm minds her feet hip distance apart hands spread wide HEAVY HEAD hangs downward Relax……. Breath…………… Let the breath take that mind stuff away.
Hey Guys and Gals!
I'm here to help! I am a graduate student at KSU, and part of the requirements for the program is to assess and assist you with your work. If you have any questions about anything, do not hesitate to ask!
Here's a couple samples of my work.
First one is a monologue from the perspective of a 15 year old me. Let me know what you think!
Teen Monologue - Final Draft
Olivia, a smart, boy-crazy and girl-next-door 10th grader, who is talking to her best friend Eliza. Eliza is in the dressing room trying on some clothes, and Olivia is sitting on a bench next to the room.
I’m so over athletes… Last night I was on the phone with Jeremy and after, like, an hour he’s just silent… Probably ignoring me….
(Eliza steps out, an Olivia nods at the outfit.)
All looks no brains. All these rock hard muscles (wink wink) and they don’t even know to use the big one in their brawny skulls. Over it!
(Eliza enters dressing room again)
You know what I mean… But luckily I’ve gotta new game plan! A new focus: Someone who’ll make my brain jelly. I want stimulating conversation about feelings and emotions and philosophy and all that sort of thing.. And I know just the sort of place to find THE guy. MATH TEAM. It’s weird but I’m just sort of naturally good at math. And boys. And Oh! Did I do the math when it comes to math team. Lauren told me there were 15 boys and she is the only girl. What makes the math so wonderful is that she’s got a boy friend, so if I join math team it will be a 1 to 15 ratio. And I really like those numbers. I am sure when I get to the club I will have to adjust that ratio due to cuteness, relationship factors, sexual preferences etc etc.
(Eliza walks back out with her selections and Olivia stands)
Plus now that I thinking about it, I do remember that James guy, you know him? Super cute and super smart. Both on math team and plays tennis. Have I told you my theory on tennis players? They are what I call the “evolved” athlete. Those lean fellas know how to multitask, have skilled hands, and are nimble. I just know that will play nice… in other areas… (wink wink)
These two are Word Photographs.
The first one is a stream of consciousness sort of thing about a breakup. The second one was a visual poem about yoga.
The Break Up
The girl, with decisions made and wavering determination, made a call. She was curled in a ball on the couch and clutching the phone. Pain, guilt, and fear shadowing every corner of the room as the television’s light reflected the repeating title screen of a forgotten movie. Hundreds of miles separating them but for the digital wave of words. She heard his light hearted answer, and her heart sank. She knew he’d be in that grey room with light colors and memories and modern furniture. He always settled cross-legged in their once shared bed with his laptop in tow and phone in hand for their evening ritual. As she spoke, she could hear that he began to pace. It marked the fast pace she felt pounding in her chest. Until she couldn’t feel the pounding at all. Words. Tears. Pleas. Excuses… and finally acceptance. After the line, the cord. The tangible call line was released, broken. There was but silence… and nothingness.
Downward Facing Dog
Borrowed mat, HARDwood floors, calm colors, calm minds
her
feet hip
distance apart
hands spread
wide HEAVY
HEAD hangs
downward
Relax…….
Breath……………
Let the breath take that mind stuff away.